"Well, it's not quite a mop and it's not quite a puppet… but man (laughs). So to answer your question, I don't know." – Homer Simpson, "A Fish Called Selma"

Monday Perspective

It makes for a bitter, stagnant day trying to find something to post about, but I think I’ve got it: I’m lucky.

Sure, it’s not anything really special to say, “Gosh darnit, things aren’t so shitty!” but it’s huge for someone who wallows in self-pity/self-doubt masked as self-deprecation. Certainly, I have a great sense of self; unfortunately, that sense is numb sometimes and I need a nudge.

My thing – my little bit of uniqueness – is that I’m double-jointed in my fingers. Raelyn is too; I passed it on!

Which got me to thinking about how fun and cool and great this gig is: fatherhood, marriage, steady work that allows me introspection that only ends in low output for high expectations.

Here’s the “for instance”:

I was sick this weekend. Not just a little under the weather, I’m talking full-on porcelain buddha worship.

But we still got Owen’s 6-month photos taken (beautiful kid!), hung a bunch of frames, went to eat a few times and generally didn’t think about all the work week or real responsibility, we were just a family. Heck, I’ll get all Taoist and say we just “were” which is the best way to be a family on the weekend.

What makes me “me”? That I continually strive for these grand, amazing things only to realize I’m the most myopic sonofabitch out there.

Not so unique, actually, but it’s cathartic to type it.

A couple of bonus links that didn’t make it to Twitter but feel necessary since I’m both introspective and happy:

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I don’t know what it is about growing up male, but being a boy (and even on into adulthood as a man) means that guns play an important role in your life.
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